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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.