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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.