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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.