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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.