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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.