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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
the Association,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
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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.