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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.