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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Index,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Franke,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.