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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Patti Smith 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.