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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.