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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.