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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.