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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.