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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.