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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.