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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.