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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.