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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
The Wake,
The Move,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.