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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.