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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
The Move,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.