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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.