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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.