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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Scrapy 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.