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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.