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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Pagans,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.