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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.