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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.