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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
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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.