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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.