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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Slave,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.