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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.