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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.