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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.