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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.