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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.