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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.