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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.