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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.