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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.