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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Rakim,
The Names,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.