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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.