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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.