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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.