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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
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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.