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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.