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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
MDC,
Cluster,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Television,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.