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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.