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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.