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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Invisible 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.