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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.