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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.