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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.