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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.