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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.