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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.