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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.