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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Slave,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.