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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.