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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.