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 Angola 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
MDC,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.