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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.