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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.