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 Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Nico,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.