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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.