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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.