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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.