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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.