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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.