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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
ABC,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Pole,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.