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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.