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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.