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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Suicide,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.