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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.