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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.