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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.