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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.