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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.