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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.