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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Fall,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.