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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
the Association,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.