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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.