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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Technova,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.