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 South Africa 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.