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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.