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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
MDC,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.