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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
AZ,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.