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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.