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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Zapp,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.