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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.