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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.