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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.