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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.