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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.