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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
UT,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.