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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.