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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.