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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.