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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.