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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.