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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Japan,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.