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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
X-101,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.