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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.