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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.