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 Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.