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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.