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 Samoa and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.