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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.