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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.