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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.