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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.