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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.