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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.