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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.