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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.