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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.