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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.