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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.