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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.