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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.