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 Tonga 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.