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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.