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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
PIL,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.