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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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?
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
The Move,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.