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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Swans,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.