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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.