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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.