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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.