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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.