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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
DNA,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.