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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.