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 Croatia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.