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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.