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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.