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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.