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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.