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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.