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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.