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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
DNA,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.