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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.