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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.