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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 10cc to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.