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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.