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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.