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 Turkey 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.