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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.