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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Pole,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Visage,
Little Man,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Brick,
10cc,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.