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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.