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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.