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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.