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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.