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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.