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 Burundi 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.