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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.