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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.