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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
JFA,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.