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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.