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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.