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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.