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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Model 500,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.