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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Faust,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Pole,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.