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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.