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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Index,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.