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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Inner City,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.