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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.