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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.