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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.