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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.