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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.