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 Shanghai.
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 New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.