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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Television,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.