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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gun Club to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.