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 Japan and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.