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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Index,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.