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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.