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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.