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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.