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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kas Product,
MC5,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.