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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.