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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.