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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.