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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
New Order,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.