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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.