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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.