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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.