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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Motorama,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.