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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.