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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.