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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Model 500,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.