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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.