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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.