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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.