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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.