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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Inner City 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
MDC,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.