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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Magma,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.