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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.