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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.