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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.