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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.