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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.