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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Visage,
the Swans,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.