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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.