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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.