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 Barbados and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.