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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.