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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.