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 Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.