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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.