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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.