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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.