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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.