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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.