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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Audionom,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.