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 Grenada 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.