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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.