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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.