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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.