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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
ABC,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.