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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.