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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.