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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.