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 United States and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.