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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.