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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.