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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.