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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.