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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Hashim,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Swans,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
MC5,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.