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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.