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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.