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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.