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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.