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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Visage,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.