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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.