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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.