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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.