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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.