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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.