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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pylon to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Visage,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.