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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Magma,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.