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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.