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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.