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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.