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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.