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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.