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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.