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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.