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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.