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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.