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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.