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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.