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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.