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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.