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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.