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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.