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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.