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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.