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 Libya 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.