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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.