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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.