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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.