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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
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.