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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.