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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.