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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.