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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.