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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.