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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.