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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.