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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
UT,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.