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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Magma,
the Association,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.