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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.