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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.