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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Evens,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.