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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.