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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.