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 Tonga 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Mars,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.