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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.