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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.