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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.