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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.