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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
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.