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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Pole to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.