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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.