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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Technova,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.