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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.