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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.