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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.