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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.