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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.