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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.