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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.