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 Italy 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
the Association,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.