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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.