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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.