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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Smog,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.