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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.