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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.