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 Finland 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.