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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.