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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.