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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.