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 Iran 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 Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.