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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.