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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Franke to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
The Names,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Can,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.