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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.