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 Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masters at Work 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.