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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Japan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.