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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Can,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Franke,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.