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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.