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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.