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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.