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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.