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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Wire,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
June of 44,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.