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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
the Association,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.