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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Cameo,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.