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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.