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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Martian,
Nas,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.