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 France and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.