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 Italy and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.