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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.