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 Grenada and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.