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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Brick,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.