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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.