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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.