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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
the Swans,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.