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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.