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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.