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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.