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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.