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 Seychelles 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.