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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.