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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.