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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.