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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.