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 Beijing.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.