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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.