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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.