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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.