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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.