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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.