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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Pole,
New Order,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.