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 Chile 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Jandek,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.