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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.