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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Faust,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.