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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.