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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.