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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.