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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.