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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.