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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aswad 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.