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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.