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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.