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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Skriet,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
PIL,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.