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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.