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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.