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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Fear,
X-101,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.