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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.