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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Wire,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.