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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.