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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.