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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.