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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.