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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 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 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.