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 Syria and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.