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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.