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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Japan,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.