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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.