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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.