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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.