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 Germany 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.