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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.