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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.