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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.