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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.