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 Mali and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.