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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.