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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Wings,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.