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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.