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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.