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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.