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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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 Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.