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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.