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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.