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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Smog,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.