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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.