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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.