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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Wire,
ABC,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.