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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Wire to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.