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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.