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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.