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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Smog,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Nico,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.