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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.