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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.