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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.