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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
UT,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.