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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Crime,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.