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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.