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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
New Order,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.