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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.