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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.