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 Libya 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.