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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.