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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.