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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.