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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.