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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.