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 Poland and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Chrome,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.