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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.