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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.