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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.