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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.