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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Fall,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.