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 Australia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Smog,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.