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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.