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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.