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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.