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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.