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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Basic Channel 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.