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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.