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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.