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 Iceland and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Lydon 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.