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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.