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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Magma,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.