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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Nas,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.