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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.