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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
X-101,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.