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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.