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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
ABC,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.