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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Slave,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.