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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.