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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Lyres,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.