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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.