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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.