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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.