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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.