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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.