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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.