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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pylon to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.