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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.