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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.