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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.