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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.