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 China and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.