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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.