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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.