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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.