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 Africa and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.