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 Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.