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 Belize and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.