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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.