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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.