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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nico to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.