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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
JFA,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.