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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.