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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.