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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.