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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.