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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.