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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.