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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Pole,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.