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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.