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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.