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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.