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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.