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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.