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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.