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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.