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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.