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 United States 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.