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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.