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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.