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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.