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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.