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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Doors,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.