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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.