Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Scion,
UT,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.