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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Wake 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.