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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.