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 Finland and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.