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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.