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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Pole,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.