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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.