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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
X-102,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Nico,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.