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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.