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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Television,
the Normal,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.