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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.