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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Aswad,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.