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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.