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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.