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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.