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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.