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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
The Victims,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.