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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.