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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.