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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.