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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.