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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.