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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.