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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.