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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
The Victims,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.