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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
New Order,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.