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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.