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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.