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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.