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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Faust,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.