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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.