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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.