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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
JFA,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.