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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.