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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.