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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.