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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.