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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
DNA,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.